Yesterday, Nicky et moi attended the Topshop Topman Fashion Party held at Wisma Atria, if you can call it a party. There's not even a mini fashion showcase of their newest Spring collection (shouldn't the Fall collection roll in already?) Okay, maybe there was a couple of flat-screen TVs behind the counter that played the Topshop runway shows. But that was it, really.

Store wide sale for all guests, 20%. That was what attracted the hundreds of plebeians queuing outside the fitting rooms. Other than taking pictures, I take no interest in the other "booths" that offered complimentary pampering such as temp tattooing and brow shaping.

Topshop, if a runway is too costly for y'all, try hiring some anorexic models wearing the clothes from the new collection, and just stand around. That would be so much more interesting than unattractive male waiters serving the so-called hors d'oeuvres.

We did fop, and flop a few guests. So do anticipate.

Labels: Socialite